Someone needs to explain to Clever Bird why she is playing Scrabble (a game she really doesn't like at the best of times) with her sister (who always wins) and her niece who has a degree in English Lit. and is about to do a journalism course with the Press Association. Baggy is stupidly competitive. A hangover from Grammar School. But also once got, she was "a very original speller" on her school report! It was never going to end well. She can't do anagrams. She's rubbish at that weird game where you have to spot words in mixed up grids. Surely it's bedtime?
Poor Calum took over twice as long as it should have taken to get home as he couldn't get onto the M25 and had to do a massive detour through the Blackwall Tunnel. But Baggy still reckons he was probably swearing less than Clever Bird. Well at least it takes the mind away from the pain. Seriously they wouldn't let Baggy have swervey! Hairy Biker Hen would be the first to argue that it's okay. It gets very swervey when you're trying to avoid those drains in the rain. Clara uses thingy all the time in her blog. Now she's used swervey, so of course it's a word. Clever Bird just needs to add it to the blog spell check dictionary, then it's fine right? Same as boomedy, boom, boom, boom is. It must be it's in the blog! Baggy's heart is definitely doing that at the moment. The stress of Scrabble. Time for bed.........
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